falling back, a feast of flies Unholy furnace, your funeral pyre Perpetual demise, no fucking afterlife Under the whip Sadistic bondage of mankind Under the whip
Traduction: La Couronne. Sous le fouet.
- A feast of flies Unholy furnace - Your funeral pyre Perpetual demise - No fucking afterlife Under the whip! [Lead: Marcus Sunesson] Sadistic bondage of mankind Under the whip
T.I.] (hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) chevy super clean, two or three screens watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown
miles around See they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!) NOW YOU KNOW WHO HOLDIN THE THRONE SO GIMME THE CROWN (Huh)
around see they be cumin (uh!) Cause they know how the god get down (turn it up!!) Now you know who holdin the throne so gimme the crown (huh) niggas
Satan sent my ass to the sun. I wasn't born I was hatched - and dumped in the trash With a note attached saying someone please whip this brat's ass. I
To hit em with precision And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy A little drugs bunny We did it off of Blood Money More pieces of crown
, the day had cracked the whip But the winds were strong, Captain lost his grip The boat capsized and the sailor's slip I'm gonna swim down to find the ship wrecked crown
side is this anyways? Put down your sword and crown Come lay with me on the ground You come beating like moth's wings Spastic and violently Whipping
the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown
my phone tapped Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack Chips might be up under the whip Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under her chin
and gather 'round me (Farewell) And talk about how I would lounge with fly women How I was flossing in clubs in fine linen (Preach on) Hopping in them, ill whips
after the sin, already coded They're wounded, they're competition would for sure The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company Tough with or with the Baretta tucked right under
pimp mobile) (Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) Chevy super clean, two or three screens Watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown
em with precision And did I mention this one here's For the thugs dummy? A little drugs bunny We did it off of blood money, more pieces of crown vic
put her under my spell Get low Bus It's crowded mami, move it along If you know you 'bout it then get to removin' your thong To the whip in back of
rocks well I'm in your hood comin through like mud Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest Whips
